Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.